"Are you okay?"
"My head and side hurts."
"You've had a fall and you're hurt."
That voice sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. Someone is here with me, I try to open my eyes but I was only able to open them slightly. I can see a green, light-blue figure - unusual shape I can't make it out enough to describe it.
"We need to get you to hospital."
I then get the feeling of being picked up then I get the sensation of being moved quite rapidly. I think I'm outside, I can feel the wind against me.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"!" I woke up from my sleep to the sound of my alarm clock. I disengage it. Well, it appears we have a continuation of a dream that doesn't happen very often. I grab my notepad and I make note of it in my dream journal. I get out of bed and go downstairs for a morning brew, I sit down on the sofa and I let my mind wonder for a little bit. Damn it, can't get into my different mind state. No problem, I'll try again later on. I finish my drink head back upstairs and start to get ready for work. After cleaning my pearly whites and slinging on my work clothes it's time to leave.
On my way out to the car a gust a wind blows past me. It triggers a momentary recall of the dream I had earlier: -
I remember being outside while being carried by someone, running somewhere. I can't hear anything, just an eerie silence.
Hmmm, is that dream trying to tell me something? I need to find something perhaps? Not sure. Anyway, I make it to my car - I get in, start the engine then head off to work.
Later I arrive at work, I'm the last one to arrive. I check my watch, I'm on time. Not like everyone else to get here extra early on Friday. That's unusual. Something always happens on Friday I find, especially when combined with the dreaded 13th day. Thankfully, it is isn't the 13th. I am not really superstitious but I believe in luck and that everything happens for a reason no matter how absurd. I can't accept the fact that something happens for no reason.
I fire up my e-mail client and it throws an error. Oh, here we go knew they would be something. I think I grab a cuppa and see if it sorts itself, heh - not often that happens. I head to the kitchen and start to make a brew. Lisa from the support team enters the kitchen.
"Morning, Dan."
"Morning."
Ah, Lisa. What can I say about her? She's a cute, lovely woman. She tends to flirt with me at times and is always interested in what I've been up to, I'm sure she likes me. Perhaps I should ask her out sometime? No harm in asking I suppose.
"Hey, Lisa?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you would like to go out for a drink sometime?"
She then gives me a strange look, almost like the "seriously" face from the meme.
"No."
"No?"
"Sorry, but I don't actually like you in that way."
"Oh." I say slightly discouraged. "Never-mind, sorry I asked."
Oww, that comment hurt if not confusing as well. Great, now I feel awful for asking. This kind of thing normally happens to me, I only seem to ask the wrong women out. I'm quite a shy person it's not often I ask someone out unless I'm really sure, I've been hurt before. I'm not willing to discuss that at length right now.
I brew a cup of tea then I head back to my desk. Can't stop thinking about that comment, come on get a grip - work needs doing. I find keeping busy helps me at times, so I'm not left alone with my thoughts. Anyway, let's check my e-mail. It's now working, perfect. See, if that was working fine a few moments ago I wouldn't feel awful now. Funny how certain decisions can affect things, what would have happened if I flipped a coin posing the question? What would have happened then? Argh! Oh well, I'll just add that to my ever-increasing "mistakes" list - never get a break. If I had a time machine I would certainly make numerous different decisions in my life.
Right-o, I see some support tickets have arrived in my e-mail from a few of our customers. I better deal with them. The day passes fairly quickly, just how I like it. Since it's Friday we finish earlier than normal. Time to go home.
I leave work and get in my car and head back to home. I'm still thinking about that comment. Come on, man - let it go, move on! I arrive home and I make myself something to eat. I look at what I've got in, hmmm... Ah, pizza - perfect thing to cheer me up. I cook it up and sit down on the sofa. I turn on the television, looking at the programme guide there isn't anything worth watching on. I then turn off the television, pointless having it on. While I'm eating my pizza I run through the events of the day in my head. I actually feel a little sad. Lady luck sure doesn't give much luck. I finish my meal and sit down to rest for a little bit, feeling a bit tired it's been a busy week. I'll close my eyes for a bit...